This is a song about "Left"

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

His ego left bloated

Down in dallas at the all-star game

Right now using my left brain

Im being pulled left and right

Why we gotta fight

Take the exit, the nearest left

Bout time i got my respect

My niggas is winning though

Never to the left i go

New canvas she need a new stroke

That left ya without hope

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Your father left you for another

Contending factions, left with descending passions.

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits